Charles M Moore

Rookie - 219 Points (1953 june / Glasgow Scotland.)

Sacre Bleu - Poem by Charles M Moore

I asked, 'Yes'?
She cried 'No'!

Then on and on she had to go
like a gun ra-tat-tat-tat
screaming that she is too fat
up and down
she paced a beat
grinding teeth and stamping feet
then she grabbed her coat and hat
and stormed out of the door like that

So much for tea at Sacre Bleu
I just enquired
one lump or two.

Comments about Sacre Bleu by Charles M Moore

  • (12/10/2006 3:25:00 AM)

    Hilarious! But of course, due for a bit or Freudian deconstruction. I don't know how to do that, so.... I liked it very much! (Report) Reply

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  • (4/25/2006 1:24:00 PM)

    Maybe some smooth sweet Honeying is the way to go.. -chuck (Report) Reply

  • (4/19/2006 8:17:00 PM)

    Well my lumps are small, but I don't take suger Charles! lol Thanks for making me laugh and polish the speel next time huh? lol 10 from Tai (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Poem Edited: Sunday, June 18, 2006

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